Julie’s first day out with the land camera at the national garden exhibition center.
Detail in a headstone caught while passing through the graveyard at Glendalough. So many headstones, so little time. I need to get back out to Glasnevin.
An overdue visit to Avondale a couple of weeks ago. Everything is starting to turn various shades of brown and gold, much to Julie’s delight. Almost time for a drive back down the Sally Gap with some velvia and the wide lens.
Glendalough, much earlier in the year. One of those magical places in Ireland that I’ve never failed to come away from with a shot that works.
Powerscourt house, just off the N11 at Enniskerry in Wicklow. A nice spot for a Sunday (or Saturday in this case) stroll. Nice too are the sweet shops inside the house. Possibly nicest of all is when you get back to the car and get to munch on your purchases! Incidentally, we’re off to Holland for a few days so posting is going to be extra light. But expect lots of windmills n’ stuff on Tuesday or Wednesday!
Quite an old bus, imported from across the murky sea, lying idle in a yard at Powerscourt. Possibly something to do with the big “Set” sign that was pointing down a tree lined driveway. Wonder what they were filming there?
A few highly enjoyable hours spent (not only because it’s the first time in several weeks that I’ve picked up the camera) in a well traveled spot in near Bray. Also, as it happens, near Enniskerry and not too far from a waterfall. Answers on a postcard please…
Kinda back where I started, nice landscapes catching my eye and the first from the film that I will get printed over the coming week or so. Driving back towards Dublin after a day around the Wicklow and Sally gap. Really love that Ilford Pan F 50 iso film too. Going to have to stock up on that! On a related note to the title of the image, today marks one year since I posted the first photo on glassey alley. Now, 174 photos later, it’s still going. Not quite an image a day I’ll grant you, but thankfully it’s still here. Keep an eye out for a little project I’ve got underway, more details to come in the next few days. Here’s to the next year!
Strolling, just like we were, on the rocky beach next to the train tracks. Not many kids out building sandcastles today. Well, not much sand to build them in either. I’m sure you could have fashioned an impressive rock castle though. Hmm, might have to try that one out.
Hand selected rocks on Newcastle beach. Only the ones with the best stripes (and spots) will do. Incidentally, some of these now live in my apartment along with a curiously burgerish shaped rock. It was too good to leave behind. Oh how I’ve missed strolling on the beach!
Single daffodil, seperated from the group. Living in Mount Usher gardens in Wicklow. Nice spot. Very shaky bridges. Delightful stuff.
Old, broken, left behind. Part of a child’s toy discarded on the beach. Making sandcastles out of rocks does that to plastic toys.
Nasty great big fence surrounding a lovely crumbling building. On the other hand…
Under lock and key at Kilmacurragh in Wicklow. So much more interesting than your average padlock!
Another from Kilmacurragh, that previously hidden spot in Wicklow.
Falling into the pond at Kilmacurragh arboretum would be a bad idea. Not so much because you’d possibly drown, but because you might damage the stuff they’re trying to grow in there. Careful now!
I re-discovered a love of my Sigma 30 f1.4 over the weekend at Kilmacurragh arboretum. Found the place on discover Ireland website and took a spin down. It\’ll be worth another trip when things start to bloom.
Taking a walk in Avondale forest/park/forest park in Wicklow. Appears we weren’t the only ones that came out to see the mountains of fallen leaves.
Following forests gardens and I can’t remember what else, I needed to get back to the beach. Fully intend on visiting one specific beach on travelling back down to Cork for the Blog Awards next month. Mmmmmmm beach rubbish….
Getting the dart down to the seaside, a summertime institution. It’s a little colder and a little greyer now at this seaside at least, but there are still people on the trains as proved by this discarded ticket. The 5D is off to hospital in the UK. I only had it a couple of months when I dropped it during a walk around a forest early last year. Since then, the battery grip had become looser up to the point where it was causing problems. Maybe getting it fixed (and finally being able to take that wedge of paper out from the back of it) will convince me that no, I really don’t need to buy a 5D Mark II.